Sunday, September 10

A thousand ships were launched to being Helen back
A dozen valium couldn't keep me from panicking,
From crying my eyes out yesterday in sadness
A million days might not be enough for me to find peace
And people look sad to me behind their smiles
Their yellow skin is hiding something
And the sky is moving with a mind of its own
Trying to remind me of something
But all I see are crooked teeth and beggars in suits
Dragging their knuckles beside their boots
A thousand ships were launched to bring Lucifer back from hell
The angel of the morning, brightest star there ever was.

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